Shout-out to the Muslims who came from nothing, from drugs, from addiction and from bad places of depression and sickness and sadness
To the converts who are still battling and struggling
To those reverts who still maintain Islam in their hearts struggle after struggle against themselves, their peers, and families
To those who may fall into old ways and somehow come back again,
Allah SWT is with you.
I really don’t like it when Muslim guys go on about how they “cover their women because they’re like pearls and diamonds and…..”
We, the women of Islam, cover OURSELVES for no man. We cover ourselves for our Lord. Because He told us to.
Get it right
We forget that our parents were once our age; they had hopes and dreams, laughed and cried till the early hours of the morning and once loved hopelessly. Like us, they were once in the embraces of youth, which they thought would last forever. At times they infuriate the hell out of us, but underneath it all they are human. Human and hopelessly flawed. Dictated not by logic, but by fear and love. Give em a break. Forgive them their flaws. Please.